In. Then on my house ’twill be. Know’st thou no more?
Pr. Know I no more? Ay, if my purpose fail
’Tis not for lack of knowing: if I suffer,
’Tis not that poisonous fear hath slurred her task,
Or let brave resolution walk unarmed. 870
My ears are callous to the threats of Zeus,
The direful penalties his oath hath laid
On every good that I in heart and hand
Am sworn to accomplish, and for all his threats,
Lest their accomplishment should outrun mine,